Magic of the Moonglow- a reverse-were story
OK, I THINK this is Yiff, because even though the creatures shift to human form, they retain their basic wolfy-foxy-ness. If I am wrong, my humble apologies..... and no this one has no connection to the Moonlight Lounge whatsoever. I just felt like traveling a different path for a change. ::giggles::
She shivered and shook her fur, pausing in her trot down a barely discernible trail. Her black-tipped ears tilted forward, listening for danger-crossing into the territory of a larger predator was dangerous. Her eyes looked at the cloud cover and the fox almost looked as if she was calculating if she would get to her destination before the clouds broke up. Drawn onward, she resumed her trek, pausing only when the clearing was in sight.
He was already there- a large powerful wolf, pacing beside a dark flat rock. His nose quivered as he sniffed the air, inhaling her scent. She slowly stepped into the clearing, the white tip of her tail waving gently. He approached her silently, and she lowered herself to the ground, a show of nonaggression to the larger animal. He bent his head to sniff, briefly burying his nose in her fur.
The wind blew, and the trees shivered. Slowly the clouds over the moon gave way and the moonbeams spilled through. The full moon hung above them like a ripening fruit. Neither creature noticed that their shadows were overlapping, they were busy undergoing a remarkable change. Limbs lengthening, hair changing, fur evaporating, soon the night held not fox and wolf, but humans, woman and man.
Within moments, the fox raised her head and looked around, touching her naked flesh with human fingers-her pale skin gleaming in the moonlight, her hair, a fiery russet tumbling down her back. She turned vulpine eyes to the wolf, where he lay on the ground. The change was harder for him-he fought it every time.
When he raised his dark head, she held out her hand. He sniffed it, and satisfied that the fox still smelled right, he took her hand in his own. The chill air made these odd forms shiver and she leaned into his warmth. His arms came around her caressing her full breasts. She gasped and closed his eyes, arching her back like a cat as his fingers trailed over her breasts, his thumbs on her nipples. Her own fingers slid down his chest her nails bringing shivers from him. He touched his lips to hers and she opened her mouth to his, inhaling his breath. Their tongues caressing, gently exploring each other with abandonment.
A growl, soft and low, came from his throat and his arms tightened around her as he kissed her deeply. Her hands caressed his back, sliding lower still, outlining his butt, as she pressed her hips to his and made little foxxy noises in her throat.
He pushed her shoulder and she licked his belly, then nipped his thigh. She cupped his balls in her hand and sucked on them slowly, looking up into his face. When he looked down, she gripped his cock firmly in one hand and stroked him, listening to his growls of pleasure. He inhaled sharply when she slid his cock into her warm mouth, her tongue teasing along the hard shaft. She continued to suck and lick, until he lifted her in his strong arms and placed her on her hands and knees on the rock. Already he could smell her arousal and he slid a hand down her back to caress her butt. She shivered and whimpered, looking over her shoulder at him as he leaned toward her heat, sniffing her thigh and licking. She spread her thighs wider for him, a wild, wanton thing, aching for him. He lapped at her juices, caressing her clit with his tongue until she cried out arching her back and pressing her body toward him.
Suddenly he stood behind her and thrust his cock into her deeply, her whimpers turning to moans of relief as she felt him fill her. Moving smoothly, his cock filled her, as his relentless rhythm caught them both up. She tightened around him, her body gripping his hard as the heat in her belly grew. Her hips rocking against him as she helplessly surrendered to her body, the pleasure rippling through her like a tidal wave.
As she cried out, he leaned over and bit her neck hard, right where the neck and shoulder meet, and came hard within her, his cock deep in her body, the cum pulsing in waves to overflow her small body. His teeth and cum sent her reeling again, continuing the ripples of pleasure she felt, until trembling, she turned in his arms to kiss him softly. The air around them smelled of fur, and sex. The only sounds they heard were their own racing hearts and panting breaths. Slowly the clouds began to cover the moon again and, for a moment the lovers cling to each other, kissing with the passion they share so deeply.
Then the moonbeams are gone, and they shift back to their real forms. The small fox eyed the wolf carefully, and rolled over onto her back, exposing her belly. He licked her neck, the blood still flowing slightly from her bite there, the fur of her legs wet from their juices. They nuzzled and played yipping in the night. As dawn approached, the fox trotted down the path to her own territory, until the next Full, the next time she will meet with him in the magic of the moonglow.